💕stenry💕

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The whole way back Stanley kept apologizing, "I'm so sorry henry I really didn't think he was gonna freak out.." "I feel so bad you're hurt and it's all my fault" "I'm so so so sorry I should've listened to you" I kept trying to reassure him I literally don't give a fuck anymore but he didn't believe me. Once we got to his house he was already ahead of me, walking inside. I followed him as we walked to his room and then to the connected bathroom. "I'm fine-.. there's barely any blood I'm just gonna have a few scabs. No biggie" He looked down, "pants off" I grinned and unzipped them, not even hesitating. "Mm I like where this is going" He laughed softly, grabbing a bottle of peroxide out of a cabinet. "Actually I don't think you will-.." I groaned, pulling my pants back up. "Nope.. I told you I'm fine" He set it next to me, "you're the one who was complaining about how dirty that cat was.. who knows what bacteria was built up in those claws.. do you want your legs to fall off?!" We both couldn't help but laugh. I sighed and  pulled my pants down again before grabbing a roll of toilet paper and the bottle. I glanced up at Stanley while opening the peroxide, pouring a bit onto a folded up piece of toilet paper. "I believe in you.." I laughed again and shook my head, this can't get any more embarrassing. "Shut up" I looked down at the marks on my legs, preparing myself as I moved the peroxide drenched paper towards me. As soon as it hit the open wound I bit down on my bottom lip. I feel like it doesn't normally hurt this god damn bad, what the fuck? A few short moments later, I felt Stanley's hand touch my shoulder, resting on it, his thumb moving back and forth. I stood up straight, finally a moment later feeling something other than pain. Lust.

  The smaller boy blushed and moved his hand back down, now seeming very shy. "You good henry? Why are you staring at me like that?" I brought a hand to the back of my neck, looking down. "Yeah I'm good.. I really want to cuddle though.." mmm I plan on doing more than cuddling.. Stanley smiled and wrapped his arms around me as we walked towards his bed. By now my pants were back on, hopefully they'll be off again soon. Once we were both under the covers and snuggled up I placed a hand on his ass, pulling his waist a bit closer. I like being able to feel his body pressed up against mine. I like being able to feel every twitch.. every breath.. and.. other things of course. God damn I can't get my mind to stop wandering, it's literally like 2 pm. Stanley nuzzled his head into my chest as I completely zoned out, thinking about last night when I sucked his dick.. twice.. mm and how badly I just want to rip his jeans off and pound the fuck out of that a-.. Stanley laughed softly and didn't look up. "You're constantly squeezing my ass" I could feel the blush spread across my face as I bit my lip, "it's not my fault my hands have a mind of their own.." I grinned, getting an idea. Stanley looked up at me and blushed as we made eye contact. I moved one of my hands more towards the front.. my fingers dragging across his hips and then down to his zipper. His face got even more red as I unzipped his pants under the blanket. "Henryy" His tone almost seemed as if he were telling me to stop and keep going at the same time, like an 'I want to but nows not the time' sort of thing. I just breathed in, talking back barely above a whisper, "I told you they have a mind of their own.." he pulled himself even closer to me as I slid my hand under the loosened waistband, feeling him through his boxers. I could hear the slightly higher pitched and heavy breathing next to me. I can feel him getting hard beneath the thin fabric. "Henry.." fuckkk hearing him whisper my name like that gave me butterflies. "Yes?" Again I spoke quietly, this whole time we've been so quiet. I watched him lick his lips before speaking. "Please touch me.." as soon as my brain registered what those words were I moved my hands away, moving the blanket off of us swiftly before sitting up and beginning to pull his pants down. He took his shirt off after his pants were off before laying back down.

  He was laughing slightly, "excited much?" I licked my lips and grinned up at the curly headed god in front of me. "Are you kidding?.." I threw his pants on the floor and quickly moved onto taking his boxers off. "I'm fucking starving.. come here" He let out a soft squeal mixed with a laugh while I scooted him closer to me, bending down so I'm now in between those gorgeous legs. I looked up and saw him attempting to stay calm, his face flushing pink. I took him into my mouth, not wasting a single moment. He let out a quiet sigh, followed by the softest moan. His voice almost sent chills down my body. A minute or so later, I pulled away and started moving around to get more comfortable. As soon as I stopped Stanley sighed again, this time sounding disappointed. "Hurry upp-.. please.. and thank you, sorry I don't want to be rude." I couldn't hold back a laugh, "you're fine.. you don't need to apologize, just relax. I like it when you're needy." I smirked up at him, both of our eyes refusing to look away. I watched him bite his lip as I licked the precum off the tip of his cock. I don't think his face could get anymore red.